She spoke the truth when
she said: Here's to the mother
who let her do it.
Like the brown groundhog,
you're my brunette cautionary
for not fucking up.
No one makes breakfast
--waffles, bacon, scrambled eggs--
like you do, at noon.
For each of your gifts,
you are thoughtful of your theme:
mostly, it's called love.
I can talk a lot
of nothing of consequence;
thank you for listenin'.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA....
